Xavier Wulf and Quintin Lamb - BLACK AF 1

Quintin jon too loud

I was ridin' with the pretty bitch
On the way to get some fish and chips
I got a call from the clique with this
You broke niggas still trippin'
Tryna track up debts
I know a way we can handle that
Tell em take them outside to the smoke stack
I pull up and ask 'em what was at
Now he think I'm Tony Hawk
I did the trick attack
If he think he gettin' away
He can think again
Look at how we pulled up just to box him in
(huh) now he tryna phone a friend
Boy I could've died laughin'
I'm so serious nigga why you still alive?
Bro I'm curious
Son you the brokest nigga I done never dissed
And don't you let me throw fit
Nigga I will take it there
Like the Uber trips (don't you forget)
I take it there like the Uber trip
And I go the extra mile
Don't even need a tip
That bitch was tryna get you hit
Buh you been hatin' on me
Boy I ain't forget
I tell the people come and look at this
Come and get your first look
At the 'ain't shit'
He tried to hit me with the quickie slip
Then I caught him by his neck
And I told him this
If he think he gettin' away
He can think again
Look at how we pulled up, just to box him in

Now her tryna phone a friend
Boy I could've died laughin
I'm so serious nigga why you still alive?
Bro I'm curious
Son you the brokest nigga I done never dissed
And don't you let me throw fit
Nigga I will take it there
Like the Uber trips
(don't you forget nigga)

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